Chapter 424, the divine light purifies you and me

Chapter 424, the divine light purifies you and me

Fighting and killing took place in the complex streets made of steel. Both sides were furious. One side fought for the gods, and the other side fought to survive.

Spears engraved with complex patterns, lightweight half-covered steam exoskeletons, sacred magic grenades engraved with sacredness, steam vehicles stained with minced meat and blood, sharp and rusty mottled iron railings, rough steam guns that continued to leak hot steam during operation, heavy engineering machinery, and messy things collided with each other.

Such a scene was not beautiful, it was all scarlet, and the final winners were these humble guys in the outer city. There were too many of them, and they paid the price of almost half of the city. They repelled this ratman crusade army of only 100,000. In fact, this was not a miracle, but a result of pure blood and flesh.

Half of the outer city area was in ruins. After the flames died down, the bodies and steel were all burnt black. There was a smell that was hard to describe, the smell of meat, the smell of burning coal, and the smell of deformed rust. These messy smells mixed together. This was a smell that was hard to forget once you smelled it. The smell of war, for the survivors of this war, for the rat guys who fell in the ruins, gasping for air, and after the swollen scarlet eyes faded, unspeakable fear hung on their faces.

Confusion, fear and trance, this atmosphere did not continue. Some angry guys stood on the top of the ruins and began to roar sharply.

For the rats, war is an instinct that does not require any teaching.

The spearhead was aimed at the rat merchants, the rat bureaucrats, and the rat bigwigs in the inner city. In the sharp roar and roar, anger began to spread.

Individual ratmen are very cowardly, and small groups of ratmen are harmless, but if a large number of ratmen are gathered together, they will show a completely opposite attitude. They are no longer cowardly, not afraid of death, and instinctively follow the brightest flag, full of self-destructive tendencies.

This is a very strange transformation, even a little abrupt. It is hard to say whether it is a rule that has been engraved in the genes. In order to better keep the ratmen alive, the self-destructive rule engraved in the genes is that when there are enough ratmen in an area and it is no longer suitable for ratmen to live, these lowly guys like dust will gather together to go to destruction, until the number drops again, and this area becomes habitable for ratmen again.

It is still the engraving left by the evil god who has disappeared in the world. After all, the evil god once needed these lowly guys like dust to bravely go to death.

Now, such a situation is happening again.

These ratmen engineers standing on the high ground pulled up the guys who had just recovered a little bit with sharp shouts. In the transmission of anger, these guys standing on the ruins gathered again. This time, the crazy guys became the group of lowly guys who were trembling and risking everything to survive not long ago.

The outer city area has been destroyed, and many ratmen cannot accept this. They have nothing left, and it is inevitable to go crazy. Even if it is not wise to go to the inner city area with high walls and a large number of ratmen guards, they don’t care.

In the hysterical roar, another brutal fight is about to begin.

A group of crazy guys, the Rat Empire is a great framework for the ratmen. At least in this framework, these guys can gather together as an intelligent creature and build their own civilization. Unlike now, on this Black Iron Star, the order has just collapsed not long ago, and a large group of ratmen have been driven crazy.

In the hysterical roar, this group of guys who lost everything and were as humble as dust charged towards the towering iron wall in front of them in groups.

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The defeated ratmen crusades in this war were not completely annihilated. A part of them, about 2,000 people, successfully escaped from the city. They looked a little embarrassed after just suffering a defeat, but the commander who evacuated by chance was not ready to stop so quickly. On a paper map, he quickly identified a place, a small town deep in the wilderness.

They will never stop, they will continue to offer sacrifices to the great gods. This is necessary and must be practiced.

The commander made a decision, and just like that, the remnant army took a long and shaky step.

Under the dark mountains, the group of pioneering ratmen who had nothing, they ushered in a not so easy problem. A remnant of the crusade with red eyes came to them. Even if they have accepted the new future in this empty wilderness, this war does not seem to let them go.

Now there is a bad news and a good news, which are placed in front of these pioneer ratmen.

The bad news is that in this endless wilderness, even if they want to run, there is nowhere to run, and the good news is that in this endless wilderness, the number of enemies they have to face is only as many as they can see.

Amid the screams of fear, a brutal fight is about to begin. This time, the ratmen crusade won, but their remnants are almost destroyed, leaving only two or three big cats and kittens, and only fifty or sixty ratmen crusade warriors who can still climb up from the battlefield.

Now, there is also a good news and a bad news in front of these guys.

The good news is that they won the war, and the bad news is that although they won the war, all they got was this piece of ruins and a black wilderness.

The steam vehicle was damaged, the mushroom cultivation room was burned clean by a fire, the water tank was broken, the precious water flowed all over the ground, and the engineers were also dead. In the final stage of the battle, the crazy guy drove a transport vehicle loaded with an overclocked magic engine and rammed into their convoy. The terrible explosion almost destroyed all the vehicles.

After these things were destroyed, the town became a Jedi, and the winners were left in this Jedi.

The commander who had a broken arm looked at the mess and the surviving ratmen in front of him. In silence, he gave the order to repair.

They were indeed tired. The forced march and two consecutive wars had exhausted the survivors. Even the sacrifices to the gods were postponed.

Now, everyone was a little uneasy. It was obvious that they seemed to be inseparable from the ruins. What should they do? They could accept dying on the battlefield, but they were unwilling to become thinner and weaker day by day in this black wilderness.

That night, when the sun set, the one-armed rat commander called the only technician boy among the surviving soldiers. He was a young rat boy. It was said that before joining the Crusades, he lived in a small mining town and was born in a rat family that specialized in repairing mining machines.

The rat commander still held on to the last glimmer of hope. He dragged the rat boy to wander among the overturned and burning vehicles until the sun rose again and the sky was stained with a hint of light.

It was just a pity that the crazy rat engineer had obviously calculated the explosion range and power of his magic engine and destroyed these sturdy steam vehicles.

In silence, the rat boy shook his head at the one-armed commander, and the two began to talk in this dead night.

"Is it really impossible to repair any of them?"

"No, Boss! If the machines in the town were not destroyed, I might be able to barely repair a few of these cars!"

In this way, the two fell into a long silence.

The rat boy jumped off an overturned steam car and cast his eyes towards the black wilderness in front of him with distress.

"Boss, maybe we should prepare early. Before the resources here are completely consumed, we will go in the direction we came from, and maybe we can find the train tracks in the wilderness!"

He said this until a sharp spear tip pierced his chest. Suddenly, the rat boy was silent. He turned his head unbelievably and saw the one-armed commander with a cold face.

After the short spear was pulled out, the rat boy completely lost all his strength and knelt down in the ruins of the vehicle.

The one-armed commander did not make any statement. In silence, he inserted the bloody short spear back into his back, stretched out his only remaining arm and grabbed the fallen rat boy.

"Dedicate everything to God, the sacred light will purify you and me!"

When the sun came to the center of the sky, there were no other living rats in the ruins except the one-armed commander. The rat bodies were carefully and seriously piled up in an open space in the center of the town, forming a regular blood and flesh altar. In front of this blood and flesh altar, the one-armed rat knelt on the ground. This was his purification ceremony and his sacrifice to God.

It was a pity that he did not get any response. Day by day, this guy did not move a step, and became weaker and weaker. Before he died, he weakly raised his head, with a very peaceful smile, looking at his companions who were piled into the blood and flesh altar in front of him, and whispered in a low voice.

"The divine light purifies me and you!"

This civil war is not only the beginning of the purge of the temple priests, but also the purge of the fanatics by the temple priests. The entangled interests and considerations are extremely dirty.